Hot Lips

January 12, 2011, 7:59 am
Filed under: Poetry

run my tongue in sugared addiction to your cinnamon smile
dissolve you with each lingered learn,
can’t see where you’ve gone or where you are

Still, there is the hot spice of you left on my breath,

But I ate you.

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